I’ve been working with John Marshall, our Senior Vice President, for the past 6 months in re-engineering project for the company. While I’ve known him for more than a few years, this project has certainly made us know each other even more since we have to work quite closely together to finish this in the next 2 months.
John is a strapping fella, 6 ft 2 inches, married, a father of 2. I’ve seen him a many times lately without his jacket on, and I can guess that he keeps himself in a pretty good shape judging from how his shirt carved around his upper body. He was fully aware that I’m gay, and that hasn’t been a factor in our working relationship.
Lately, however, I’ve been getting rather interesting signals from him. There hasn’t been anything blatant, but these signals were subtle. There were times when we were talking where he stood a bit too close, close enough for me to inhale his faint cologne. Or his pat on my back or on my shoulder lingered a bit longer than necessary. One time, he even asked me to stand still while he straighten out my crooked necktie before one of our presentations to the board members. His deep, brown eyes darted between his hands working on the knot of my tie, and looking deep into my own eyes, as if to judge my reaction to what he was doing. I knew that when he was done, he let his hands brushed against my pecs and nipples on their way back down. I had to stifle a moan and had to will my dick from starting to harden.
But today, there is no subtle anymore. There is no hiding that the signal is very clear. John walks into my office for our appointed discussion. He stands by my desk as we go over the report from yesterday. As if to draw my attention, he slips his right hand into his pocket and jiggling his keys. Inevitably, my attention is drawn to it and my mouth nearly fly wide open. There, without any doubt, is an outline of his cock showing clearly through his suit pants!
I immediately look directly back at his face, and I can tell a faint smile on his lips. I go back to looking at the bulge in his groin, and I can tell that it has gotten bigger and more prominent. There is no question that John Marshall came in to work this morning without any underwear, and his hardening cock continues to make an obscene bulge in his pants.
"I did close the door when I came in, and told your secretary that we should not be disturbed", he says softly.
I lean back on my chair to show him the bulge that I have in my own pants. We both look at each other and smile. I lick my lips at the thought of having a corporate executive meat to feast on.